In the temporary disbanding of Concubine, Colt Jackson has commenced in a side project.
Lyrics
Verse One:
I get lost in those eyes,
they get along with all my fear.
We tend to get lost in these moments,
only to get lost and re-appear.
Chorus One:
She'll expect me to change, its better that way..
reopen my wounds... pour salt in these wounds.
Her lover's away, for two years she will play
...and its only too soon, I'll only get used
Verse Two:
Where are we goin?
Where do we stay?
I sometimes feel like were cattle,
lining up at heaven's gate...
Chorus Two:
But heaven's a place, for the sick and the meek
...this line is composed of the blind and elite.
Looks like we were wrong, looks like the party's in hell.
But all is well these are the cards I've been dealt.
And it burdens my soul to know there's numbers in graves
...with only a name... with only a name
Her lover's away, for two years she will play,
and tommorow she'll leave me... with only a name
